Wednesday, May 28, 2025 Snipe Hunt, Humpback Whale, Black-bellied Plover

Seward, Alaska

Sunrise 4:53 am, sunset 11:00 pm, for a total day length of 18 hours and 7 minutes. Tomorrow will be 3 minutes and 36 seconds longer.

 

Yesterday, I was determined to see and photograph a winnowing WILSON’S SNIPE. The ventriloquist males, swooping down from great heights, have been serenading their best beloved, or whatever might be paying attention, for weeks. Staring up at the blank sky in the general direction of the eerie sound, it seemed impossible at first and a bit ludicrous. I hoped no one was watching. 

 

Then, yes! A silent speck rising and falling with a quavering “woo-woo-woo-woo-woo.” There! Another male! First one, then the other, swooping and looping sky specks, vibrating their outspread tail feathers. What clever fellows!

 

Seen on the ground, one might not believe that these chunky, long-billed, short-legged shorebirds could be so aerobatic. Gotta see it to believe it; good luck!

 

After a hard rain last night, this morning dawned bright and clear with a very strong north wind with gusts to 23 mph. The temperature rose from a chilly 34 to a pleasant 50º by mid-afternoon.

 

From the shore at Fourth of July Beach I saw a Humpback Whale breaching in the distance, white belly flashing! Wow! As I watched, it swam down the bay, closer. A pleasure craft had stopped and all the passengers in the stern were intently watching something that I could not see. 

The huge Humpback approached the bow, dove under, and resurfaced a good distance aft, apparently undetected. Then it fluked, showing a small patch of white on the underside, dove deeply, and disappeared. So cool!

 

At the head of the bay, just as I was thinking about BLACK-BELLIED PLOVERS, last seen about a month ago, a handsome male popped up as if conjured! Another surprise!

 

Nearby, a dapper SEMI-PALMATED PLOVER expertly plucked amphipods from the muck, some wrapped in algae. Not a speck of mud spoiled his immaculate white plumage.

 

Over at the Waterfront, I did not refind the Wandering Tattlers, but caught a glimpse of a likely SPOTTED SANDPIPER flitting along the beach.

 

Happy Birding!

Carol Griswold

Seward Sporadic Bird Report Reporter

 

 

 

 

Monday, May 26, 2025 Terns, Tattlers, Crane

Seward, Alaska

 

The Seward waterfront campgrounds filled up for the Memorial Day weekend, spilling vacationing visitors onto the beaches with fishing poles, kids, and dogs.

 

I was amazed on Friday to find the pair of WANDERING TATTLERS prowling among the algae-covered rocks by Scheffler Creek, plucking amphipods and other goodies as people and dogs walked past, oblivious. They somehow survived the pressure of the long weekend. This evening, I happened to see them mating! I wonder if that means they hope to try to nest here?

 

A pair of AMERICAN WIGEON enjoyed fresh green algae nipped off the intertidal rocks. They too, frequent this area, apparently nest-free.

 

ARCTIC TERNS zipped along the shore, diving for recently released salmon smolt or other smaller fish. A skirmish broke out between a fisher and fishless, something I rarely see. I lost track of the prize as two Terns continued a rather fierce confrontation without it. 

 

3 BONAPARTES GULLS in varying intermediate plumages with one in full breeding plumage stood in the shallows. BLACK-LEGGED KITTIWAKES occasionally patrolled the waters.

 

This evening at the head of the bay, I was delighted and surprised to find a solitary SANDHILL CRANE quietly feeding in the sedges. His pals have long since headed north, leaving him behind for now. 

And, guess who at 11:15 pm? That persistent little SAW-WHET OWL, beeping from far up the forested slope of Mt Marathon.

 

Happy Birding!

Carol Griswold

Seward Sporadic Bird Report Reporter

Tuesday, May 20, 2025 Wandering Tattlers and other spring treats

Seward, Alaska

Sunrise 5:06 am, sunset 10:43 pm for a total daylight of 17 hours and 36 minutes. Tomorrow will be 4 minutes and 18 seconds longer.

 

Chilly temps ranging in the high 30s to barely 50, brisk south winds, and scattered rain continued this past week with occasional welcome breaks. Despite any human discomfort, recently dormant plants burst into life, loving the long hours of filtered light and rain. Everything is green, green, green in more tints, tones, and shades than the finest paint store. 

 

I’ll have to skip much of May for now, and leap right to today’s report. Maybe I will catch up later. Busy times!

 

On a hunch, I visited the beach by Scheffler Creek today, searching for WANDERING TATTLERS. At first, all I found were GLAUCOUS-WINGED and SHORT-BILLED GULLS waiting patiently on the rocks for recently stocked salmon smolt (including Kings) to wriggle past on their way to the ocean. 

A BALD EAGLE swooped in, clearing the riffraff except for a daring Short-billed Gull that dive-bombed the big fisher until she left in a huff.

Predation of these expensive baby salmon started as soon as they poured out of the chute of ADFG’s specialized truck tank and into the Lagoon last week, feeding the food web.

 

Not far away, I finally found one, then two Wandering Tattlers, teetering as they slowly walked among the kelp-strewn rocks gleaning invertebrates and perhaps small fish. Their gray bodies, and even their yellow legs blended in well. They were so inconspicuous, one had to be really searching to find them. 

These well-named wanderers may have flown 2800 miles from Hawaii or along other flyways to reach Alaska and their more northern destinations. It’s always a thrill to find them, about this same time, about in the same places.

 

A River Otter was pleased to find that First Lake, in Two Lakes Park, was also recently stocked by ADFG with rainbow trout. It paddled along the lakeshore smooth as an alligator, then dove and easily caught a tasty trout which it hauled out on the bank to devour with gusto.

 

Yesterday, I was amazed to watch a proud momma MALLARD escort her nine newly-hatched ducklings around the small lake. The puffballs eagerly nabbed tiny bits of flotsam in the all-you-can-eat buffet. For the past several weeks, this hen had carefully incubated her treasures through all kinds of nasty, cold weather, miraculously hidden from the myriad dogs and other predators. 

And can you believe it? That lonely SAW-WHET OWL beeped his little heart out around 11: 15 pm that night, accompanied by a chorus of ROBINS, VARIED THRUSH, and HERMIT THRUSHES!

 

Spring green and now babies! Catch it while you can!

 

Happy Birding!

Carol Griswold

Seward Sporadic Bird Report Reporter